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Burn Freestyle

Lloyd Banks

Letra

    [50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit

    [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
    In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
    Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day
    Some cry on they knees when they pray
    All you hear is he said she said around the way
    I'm in the no fly zone private hide away
    Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day
    When my revolver spray
    You better andalay
    I take ya moms away
    Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay
    On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay
    Listen hombre
    I glisten in broad day
    The feds got me framed in a picture
    Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya
    Like Amy Fisher
    Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier
    Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers
    We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay
    Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes
    We pop Mo's and puff ounces
    In the club we pay off them bouncers
    To lay off the Tray Pounders
    When the cops raid the crib they want the houses
    Fed times head lines read about us
    Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?
    Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja
    Never had a seed but I please your baby mama
    Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna
    Put her on a track too ten niggas want her
    Flaunt her
    Get my cheese back on the corner
    Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer
    Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner

    [50 Cent:]
    One time
    Thats Tony Yayo
    Lloyd Banks come on come on

    [Tony Yayo:]
    50 you can retire whenever you ready

    [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
    I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm
    In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up
    Got the Balm
    Blowin' on sticky with a slut
    It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck
    I'm tryin' to find where the party is at
    I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black
    My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals
    The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos
    I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"
    Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted
    I practice in boats so I could balance it
    I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up
    Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck

    [50 Cent:]
    Yeah ya lame
    Ya wanksta


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